My wife June and I have been married for over 40 years,
and spent the first 9 years working and living in Holland.
In 1973 we took a package holiday to Spain from Holland.
The hotel in Benidorm was full of Dutch and German visitors,
and at beakfast, the waiter struck up a conversation with us.
I can assure you the following is true, even if I cannot remember
the conversation precisely:
Waiter: "you are eengleesh I think ?"
Robin: "yes, sorry about that."
Waiter: "I know England: where in England you come from?"
Robin: "You would not know it: a small town called Wokingham, maybe 30 miles west of London."
Waiter: "I know Wokingham: where in Wokingham you live ?"
Robin: "You would not know it: Luckley Road, about a mile south of the town."
Waiter: "I know Luckly Road: where in Luckley Road you live?"
Robin (already having doubts about this waiter): "Number 45, near the rail bridge".
Waiter: "I know where: I worked in kitchen in school behind you."
That's when I realized it was genuine: There was a private girls school behind us,
and my mother also worked for a brief ti